Year: 2018

When I was little, I quickly learned what to do when I cut myself. Mom would say, “Apply direct pressure.” And even as a five year old, amateur cook, when I sliced my hand open cutting apples for a snack,

“How could church people be so mean?” I thought to myself. Just a few hours earlier, my pastor- husband had been told to turn in his resignation. Now, I was the sole supporter of our little family of four with

Blindfolded to Belief
Where did that come from? is a question we might ask when things don’t go exactly as we planned, we might feel blindfolded, blindsided or groping in the dark. We might wonder, What have I done to deserve this?

Do you know who you are? You might say, of course, I am (your name). I work (your employment). I am single, married to (your spouse’s name) and I have (number of children or pets). But these are roles you

Hopelessly Devoted
I am a woman of many moods and they all require chocolate. If chocolate were prescribed for feelings, maybe dark chocolate would be given for occasional bouts of depression. With financial trouble, possibly chewy caramel and nuts with

Poor, Hungry, Desperate
I did a lot of soul searching upon my recent re-entry from a mission trip to one of the poorest countries in the world – Uganda. Extreme poverty is defined as living on $1.25 or less